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Mary Gauthier The Foundling

Clouds are spreading like bruises on the evening sky I walk the streets alone again tonight It starts to rain still I search each passing face Blood is

I shook my fist at my father's rage I cursed my mother's sadess Whatever home I tried to call my own Washed in to that river of madmness The raging surge

People stare and then they walk away But there's always a few who'll stay From the state I watch 'em close their eyes Like a little kid trying to hide

I don't trust my eyes any more They don't know what they're looking for Thinking back on what they didn't see I think my eyes were blinding me Some people

You tell me you're sorry THE COLD And it lands like a blow WINDS BLOWING You leave me stranded 'CROSS SKY With nowhere to go DULL